Mike Wheeler: Are you feeling any better?
[El shrugs]
Eleven: What's pu-tt-ing?
Mike Wheeler: [chuckling] Pudding. It's this chocolate goo you eat with a spoon. Don't worry. When all this is over you won't have to keep eating junk food and leftovers like a dog anymore. My mom, she's a pretty awesome cook. She can make you whatever you like.
Eleven: Eggos?
Mike Wheeler: Well, yeah Eggos but real food too. See, I was thinking that once all this is over and Will's back and you're not a secret anymore, my parents can get you an actual bed for the basement. Or you can take my room if you want, since I'm always down there anyways. My point is, they'll take care of you. They'll be like your new parents. And Nancy, she'll be like your new sister.
Eleven: Will you be like my brother?
Mike Wheeler: What? No! No...
Eleven: Why 'no'?
Mike Wheeler: Because... cause it's different.
Eleven: Why?
Mike Wheeler: I mean, I don't know, I guess it's not... it's stupid.
Eleven: Mike?
Mike Wheeler: Yeah?
Eleven: Friends don't lie.
Mike Wheeler: Well, I was thinking... maybe we could go to the Snowball together.
Eleven: Snowball?
Mike Wheeler: Yeah. It's this cheesy school dance where you go to the gym and dance to music and stuff. I've never been but I know you're not supposed to go with your sister.
Eleven: No?
Mike Wheeler: I mean, you *can* but it'd be really weird. You go to school dances with someone that... someone that, you know... someone that you... like.
Eleven: A friend?
Mike Wheeler: Not a friend.
[stumbles over his words]
Mike Wheeler: uh... someone like a...
[leans in and kisses her]
